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(Fingerz, you a fool for this one) I mean like Fingers, why you do that man You always doing something, man Why— ah Got Fingerz on the beat, I'm finna go crazy I just hit a b*t*h like fifty-six, that's my old lady She tryna suck my d**k from the back, I'm like, "No, baby" Man, this b*t*h just squirted everywhere, I'm like, "Woah, baby" I'm lookin' for a bad freaky b*t*h with the toe painting Bad b*t*h walkin' in some heels, ain't got no laces I just beat this lil' b*t*h down, she had gold braces Pu**y so good, I couldn't stop, I'm a whole date I just met a b*t*h that's twenty-one, she got four babies Stuffed twenty 'bows in the basement, got the whole— damn Sh*t, got the 'bows stankin' Onе thousand old hundreds, Bens with the bold facеs Police couldn't find no evidence, we gon' cold case it I just made a hundred racks in blues, not the old faces I just took some ice out the freezer, it's a froze bracelet B*t*h sniffin' coke all day, got her nose stankin' Auntie quit f**kin' with the dog, she gon' cocaine it Finna blow a n***a house up, I'ma propane it Finna draw a picture like Pica**o, I'ma pro paint it Drop the vacuum sealer, but the 'bows stankin' Woah, Jaylein I'm finna cool the summer down like a cold blanket I just touched a b*t*h heart, we gon' soulmate B*t*h ain't wash her feet off— ah Got her toes stankin' Sh*t, that's a damn shame I just threw paint on my old-school, look like champagne Hundred rounds on my AR, ain't gotta damn aim Within the first night, I beat the campaign N***a only shoot his— damn N***a only shoot his gun when he at the damn range I just hit dog from far away, I got damn range Not a walker for an old person, but I sell 'caine I just popped a n***a in all white, ain't got a damn stain I would never stop sh*t talkin' 'cause the fans change I just fell in love with Mary, don't tell Jane I just got caught with my side b*t*h, don't tell main F**k, that's a damn shame B*t*h, if I don't speak to you first, don't say a thing Ayy, Mike, hey Who the f**k gave dog a firearm? He just dropped his flame Hey, Jay, f**k Who the f**k gave dog a damn chain? You can't talk around dog, he gon' tell things I be f**kin' with the EDD, we got twelve names I'm a rapper, but I look like I sell 'caine I just dropped thirteen shots, then 12 came Okay the W popped up before the L came I used the ho to catch somebody, that's jailbait How the f**k you get a manicure, but your nails stank? Ask how much lean I drunk today, about twelve eights Sh*t, okay, the b*t*h a** real, but her hair fake Should I break the bag all the way down or sell weight? (We don't smoke the same)
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